Category: Modern Greek
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Dimitra Kotoula
My experience takes the shape of anguish./ The bee’s hum hovers low on the dry summer grass.
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Dimitra Kotoula
Our talks kept us late into the middle of night. / We are in shadows. / Around us objects
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Ursula Foskolou
It’s been years now since the whale swallowed me. I was sitting on a deserted beach, one September evening, and the heat felt like spring.
